作词 : Matti Kaerki
 作曲 : Fred Estby/David Blomqvist
I put the 9mm glock to your head
and  gently squeese the trigger
blowing out your ****ing brains
on the wall  in all kind of crazy figures
So what are you gonna do now
you piece of shit
how ****ing stupid can a man be
you've should have known better
Weaving my world
from the cord of your soul
as i slowly ****
the bullet exit hole
through the funeral mist
I drag you to my temple
dead yet so alive
living in my dreams
Nothing brings me greater joy
than the memory of when  I
wiped that smile from your lips
the look of horror in your eyes
as I pulled out a gun
and pointed it at your ****ing face